Hilarious Pampered Consort: Lord I Will Wait for Your Divorce Chapter 422: You are the most important7

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The fall was relatively minor, and at the same time, he also received a very——unkind look from his master.

This... wouldn't it overturn the jealousy?

However, Qu Tan'er stepped forward with a smile on his face, stretched out his little hand, "Please give me some silver and flowers, Lord Haohao."

"Wang, Princess, you..." Yu Hao just wanted to say something, but out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the master next to him, and without saying a word, he took out all the silver and banknotes on his body and put them respectfully. Qu Tan'er's little hand said quickly: "Princess, please take it. I will leave first and call you if you need anything."

Before he finished speaking, Yu Hao's figure flashed out of the private room and closed the door.

"Master, your bodyguard is really on the right track. Is Shi Xue here today?" Qu Tan'er counted the money and the banknotes while still calculating Shi Xue's wallet.

"Shi Xue has another mission recently."

"Well, what a pity." Qu Tan'er finished clicking and then said: "Thirteen thousand and eighty taels."

"Who are you taking?" Mo Liancheng was curious.

"It won't be you anyway." Qu Tan'er smiled strangely.

Because of this bet, she came up with a brilliant plan.

If she didn't tell him, he wouldn't be in a hurry to ask. Anyway, he would know in a moment.

"Yu Hao, come in." Qu Tan'er shouted towards the door. This time, I didn't ask for anything, but I addressed him seriously. Yu Hao came in, and she handed the banknote to Yu Hao's hand again, "This is not returned to you, it is temporarily lent to me for a few days. Eighty taels, keep it for a while to pay for tea, and the remaining thirteen thousand Two, give them to me, keep them in custody... Hehe, keep them in the Tai, Zi, Mansion!"

As soon as the prince came out of the palace, Mo Liancheng's eyes flashed slightly.

In the evening, the two returned home.

I don’t know yet, but the Eighth Prince’s Mansion is in dire straits.

Chinuyama's temperament is like a wild horse on the grassland, without any restraint.

Do whatever you want and live in the Eighth Prince's Mansion as if you were living in your own home.

It’s messy, it’s messy, everything is messy.

People are in chaos, footsteps are in chaos, and sounds are also in chaos.

The shouts and curses were louder than the other, and they kept coming.

"Hurry up, don't wait any longer, it's getting dark."

"You, and you, don't just stand there, take this over, don't you see that the people there are very busy?" Chinuyama's two personal maids were shouting and giving orders. The servants helped the princess move things.

The result...

Qu Tan'er followed Mo Liancheng to the gate of Xiangyuan, but happened to see this situation.

The real owner, Chi Nuyama, seemed to have taken down the horizontal plaque hanging in front of the gate of Xiangyuan, but he squatted on it with a tangled look on his face, staring at the horizontal plaque. She didn't seem to care much about the things around her. As for why she kept staring at the plaque of Xiangyuan, it was puzzling.

"Princess, what are you looking at? You don't recognize the word above - Xiangyuan. Do you understand?"

"I understand. Listening to this courtyard, a concubine named Yin Xiangnong used to live in it. I don't like it. I want to change the name. What should I call it? I was thinking..." However, she couldn't think of what she liked. of.

Qu Tan'er smiled, it turned out to be this.

Want to change the name of the courtyard as soon as you arrive?

"Princess, there is no need to worry about this trivial matter, just ask the prince." Qu Tan'er left the matter to Mo Liancheng.

Mo Liancheng raised his eyebrows.

As soon as Chinuyama saw him, her beautiful eyes lit up, "Eighth Prince, tell me, what should I change it to?"

Mo Liancheng flicked his fingers, opened his perfect lips, and overflowed with three words in an understatement: "Yi, Hong, Yuan."